1. Bruno Mars has been playing on my radio for a few years now. I like his stuff but was never over the moon about him…until now. I have not stopped singing his new song, Treasure, since his Billboard Music Awards performance.
I am now on the Bruno bandwagon and can’t get enough. Also, I kind of sort of love these red suits.
2. Yesterday I hit up the gym to hang with my buddy, the rowing machine. During my warm up I discovered (and quickly failed at) the fishing game:
As soon as I started to get the hang of it, my warm up was over and I was on to the weights to work arms and back. I tried a new assisted pull up machine and, of course, didn’t read the instructions first. I couldn’t figure out why the pull ups were so much harder than when I did them Saturday until after my first set when I glanced at the weight conversion chart. I had it set at half of what I had on Saturday aka I was lifting way more weight. Moral of the story: I can’t read and I didn’t push myself nearly enough on Saturday. Oops. After murdering my arms, I headed back to the rower for some cardio endorphins.
I have decided it is time for me to actually figure out how the rowing machine works when I ended my 25 minute session and knew close to nothing about what this screen was telling. Coming soon to a blog near you: Runner Girl Eats’ Guide to Rowing
3. Since we are going out of town soon, we have been making our way through everything in our fridge and that left me with no food yesterday for breakfast or lunch. Luckily I love any excuse to hit up my favorite morning spot:
Everything tastes better through a green straw. Lunch was at one of my other favorite spots:
I am fairly confident that if anyone was watching me as I was raiding the salad bar they would assume that I was in the middle of a ridiculous pregnancy craving (trust me, I am not preggo btw).
There was so much going on in this one cardboard box and I loved every bite of it.
What song are you loving right now?
Favorite gym cardio?
Favorite salad bar topping?
Peas. I NEVER make peas at home (there is no logical reason for this) so it’s always a treat when I see them at a salad bar.